Poetry Is...


Poetry is wine

Flowing endlessly divine

Painting pictures of our hearts.

Linking fragments of our minds.

Leaving chaste all that we treasure

Poems serve as ways to measure

All the journeying we?ve made

Through inspiring endeavors.


Poetry to some

Is indeed the finest rum.

Once within it we indulge

And so breathless we succumb

To the weightless silhouette

That envelops every breath.

Losing every inhibition.

Pouring down what we collect.


Poetry is crack.

Painting pictures only black.

Like a taste that tries to quench

Yet reminds us how we lack.

Yes, we'll all shoot up a bit

Desperately as we submit

To the bottom of our souls

Lose the rush and take a hit.

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